He sits in his room trying to ignore.
She lays on her bed frantically texting.
He turns off his phone, tired from hearing the ringer.
She sends more messages with no reply.
He lays down to think about things.
She begins to worry and cry.
He turns on some music and tries to go to sleep.
She abruptly stops crying, not giving up yet.
He can't drift to sleep, only to think of the actions he's doing.
She drives and drives hoping she's not forgetting the way.
He suddenly sits up hearing a knock on his front door.
She stands on a porch fidgeting with her hands.
He opens the door to find her standing there with mascara staining her beautiful face.
She stands there saying nothing but hoping he'll say something.
He says, "What..Why did you drive down here? What do you want?"
She says, "I don't want things to end like this, I drove here to talk to you."
"Things ended when you slept with him."
"He sexually harassed me. You'd really think I'd let someone else touch me like that?"
"I don't know!"
"I love you and I know you love me to. I love you with all my heart, why can't you realize I'm telling the truth?! You'd really think I'd lie to you?"
He stands there in silence.
She stands there in silence.
He mutters, "I'm sorry."
She says, "You're forgiven."
He embraces her tightly wanting to never let go.
She embraces him tightly wanting to never let go.
~end~
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RandomThese are going to be random scenes or short stories about probably romance or something. I hope you like them, and don't ask about the cover. c:
